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One moment...

That’s all it takes to change your life.

What happens when your entire future is on the line because of one reckless moment? This is what Breanna Miller and Thomas “Razor” Turner have to face in Katie McGarry’s WALK THE EDGE. Blackmail, family secrets, future plans on the verge of collapsing, two people who aren’t supposed to be together fall in love, and the power of social media in defining who you are when you’re not even sure who that person is yet…Join the Club and and immerse yourself in the world of the Reign of Terror.

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One moment of recklessness will change their worlds

Smart. Responsible. That's seventeen-year-old Breanna's role in her large family, and heaven forbid she put a toe out of line. Until one night of shockingly un-Breanna-like behavior puts her into a vicious cyberbully's line of fire—and brings fellow senior Thomas "Razor" Turner into her life.

Razor lives for the Reign of Terror motorcycle club, and good girls like Breanna just don't belong. But when he learns she's being blackmailed over a compromising picture of the two of them—a picture that turns one unexpected and beautiful moment into ugliness—he knows it's time to step outside the rules.

And so they make a pact: he'll help her track down her blackmailer, and in return she'll help him seek answers to the mystery that's haunted him—one that not even his club brothers have been willing to discuss. But the more time they spend together, the more their feelings grow. And suddenly they're both walking the edge of discovering who they really are, what they want, and where they're going from here.

Her face is white against her raven hair. Ghost white. I’d
bet my left ball she hasn’t breathed since I spoke. Her hand is outstretched
toward the busted cell on the ground, but her wide hazel eyes are cemented on
me. I turn my head and I’m greeted by the amused faces of my brothers from the
Reign of Terror who stand next to their bikes in the parking lot. They’ll be
harassing me on this for weeks. Fuck me for trying to be chivalrous.

“You
okay?” It’s a variation of the question I asked a few seconds ago, but this one
she seems to understand as her body trembles to life.

“Um…”
she stutters. We’ve been at the same schools since elementary age, otherwise
I’d wonder if she was a foreign exchange student with limited English. “I only
have twenty dollars.”

The
muscles in the back of my neck tense. “I’m not going to jack you for your
money.”

She
quits breathing again.

“Nice
to know your current bank account status,” I bite. “But I asked you if you were
okay.”

Color
returns to her cheeks as I pin her with my gaze. She accused me of trying to
rob her. I know it, she knows it, and she’s now informed I’m not the asshole in
this scenario.

Her
eyes flicker between me and the phone like she wants to retrieve it, yet she’s
too paralyzed. Saving us from this torture, I swipe the pieces of the cell and
lean against the wall.

The
distance between us relaxes her and that gulp of air was audible as she tucks
herself tight in the corner farthest from me. This reaction isn’t new. I’ve
seen it since I was a child whenever my father or anyone from the Terror
entered a room full of civilians. To everyone outside of the club, we’re the
evil motorcycle gang bent on blowing the house down.

People
and their hellish nightmare folklore involving us piss me off. I don’t know why
I told the guys to give me a minute. I’m late for plans I made with Chevy and
some girls, plus I’m on call in case the board chooses to meet sooner rather
than later to discuss Detective Jake Barlow.

But
something about how this chick appeared alone and frightened messed me up. It
reminded me…The thought stalls and the emotional speed bump causes a flash of
pain in my chest. Screw it, her expression reminded me of Mom the last time I
saw her—the night she died.

My mom.
I shake my head to expel her ghost. One visit from one bastard trying to use me
and I’m being haunted by a past I can’t change. That’s what the detective was
salivating over—to use me for info on the club. He’s one of too many who
believes our club is the devil’s prodigy.

What he
doesn’t see is that we’re a family—the type of family that comes when called.
Obviously not like this girl’s family.

“Is it
yes or no?” It’s damn difficult to shove the battery in now that the frame is
bent.

“Yes or
no what?” her long black hair sweeps past her shoulders. She has the type of
hair that would have to be pulled up if she rode on the back of my bike. Gotta
admit, I like her hair, especially how it shines under the lights of the
school’s overhang.

“If
you’re okay.” I survey the mostly empty area to prove a point. “If we leave,
you’ll be alone, and I don’t care of that. There’s some real psychos out
there.”

My Thoughts

I have never read a
book by Katie McGarry that I didn’t absolutely love. And McGarry’s Thunder Road
series is fast becoming one of my favorite Mature YA/NA series. I knew after
reading the first book Nowhere But
Here, and getting a glance at Razor’s character, that this broody, gorgeous,
biker bad boy was going to break my heart, and I was so right.

Razor doesn’t know the
hidden truth behind the death of his mother, and that has deeply affected his
life, burdening him with guilt. It all comes down to two choices for Razor:
whether to believe his father's version of the truth or the town's. Razor chose
his father's and the Reign of Terror MC's version. It was a choice based on his
survival, but his heart and mind still holds on to the pain and doubt about his
mom's death. And when a man with a badge shows up at Razor's door wanting to
talk to him about his mother's death, the pain that has been festering in Razor
all these years explodes, and he has to finally find and know what the
truth for himself.

Bre (Breanna) has
always known that you steer clear of the Reign of Terror MC, and she knew to
stay far away from the dangerous, sexy, beautiful bad boy biker, Razor. But when
Bre is blackmailed, she finds herself under Razor’s protection, and Razor finds
himself needing Bre's help to find the truth about his mom. Bre starts to see
the other sweet and beautiful side of Razor, the side that other people
don’t, and she’s falling hard for the beautiful bad/good boy biker. Razor is
also seeing different sides to Bre--goody two-shoes girl, and the girl that
wants to be a little bit of a bad girl. Bre is the only person that has made
Razor feel alive, who has brought a smile to his face since his mother died.

I also loved that
Olivia, who took on the role of being a grandmother to the trouble MC biker
teenagers—even though she passed away in the first book—is still touching their
lives. She’s still guiding them and making sure they discover the truth for
their lives and obtaining their true loves.

Razor and Bre are both
walking on a dangerous edge. But the edge is where Razor and Bre will find each
other and it will lead them to the road of a forever love and their
healing. I highly recommend Walk the Edge as an awesome must
read.

Thunder Road Series,

"There's something about McGarry's writing that's totally enthralling. Her characters are vivid, flawed and riveting, making this is a truly amazing read!"

~ RT Book Reviews

"Katie McGarry is a master of her craft! Raw emotion, pure grit, I hang on every word. Her characters are real people with real problems and I cheer them every step of the way. Ready for a new addiction? Look no further than Katie McGarry's books."

~ Gena Showalter, Bestselling author of Firstlife

"I finished WALK THE EDGE by the amazing Katie McGarry. It was SO good that now I feel bereft. I already miss Razor & Bre - I need to know more! She is by far my #1 favorite author. She paints a picture with the words, puts you IN the story... LOVE."

~ Lori Foster, New York Times Bestselling Author

About Katie McGarry:

Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.

I knew that better than anyone … So, when I couldn’t get those mesmerizing green eyes out of my head, I decided to do something about it.

Would one night with her be enough, or would my heart decide it was finally time to move on from the past?

Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

There is nothing in life that eighteen year old Zara craves more than her freedom. Stolen from her home in Cadrebia at the age of eight, Zara has spent more years than she cared to admit as a slave to the Tankadesh courts. Her days are filled with protecting the princess, while she spends nights entertaining the king and his officials with her mastery of weapons. Any spare moment in between, she plots escape.
Yet her hopes for freedom come to a crashing halt when a stranger arrives bearing the mark of her assigned lifemate, and he threatens war if she isn’t turned over into his care. But a lifemate is not part of the plan. Her dreams, of choosing her own path and being the master of her own will, weaken as her Moon seeks to claim his Sun.
Is it possible that this stranger, with gentle blue eyes and a ready smile, didn’t come to be her new master? That there could be more to his tale?
Zara soon finds that neither her captivity nor her parents’ deaths were mere random attacks. And by returning to Cadrebia, she may have put the future of the royal line—and her Moon—in jeopardy. While Zara breathes in her first taste of freedom, her enemies move in, seeking to rob Cadrebia of its blessed prophecy.
To keep what she holds dear, Zara must rise above the pain and uncertainty to claim the lifemate assigned to her, or more than her freedom will be stolen this time.

“What’s going on here?” Dareh dismounted from his horse and with long purposeful strides worked his way toward them. His green eyes blazed. His jaw was set. Zara would hear about this later, but for now she would welcome his rescue.
The captain of the guard surveyed the scene. He closed his eyes briefly—probably praying for patience not to strangle her—and clamped a hand on her shoulder.
“I swear, Zara,” Dareh whispered low into her ear. “You attract trouble like a siren.”
She opened her mouth with a rebuttal, but Dareh narrowed his eyes, silencing her on the spot.
“Get to the palace before you’re recognized by my men. If Melchior learns you’ve been outside the palace walls you’ll spend the night in the flogging yard. Go. Take Essie with you. I’ll sort things out here.”
Zara opened her mouth once more, but a prickling over her palm stopped the words from flowing. Heat traced the lines of her mark. Goosebumps dotted her flesh. She shivered despite the heat from the desert sun. Oh, no. Please, no.
“May I be of some assistance?”
She jerked at the rich baritone that came from behind her. The world fell away in that moment. The merchants cursing over their loss were gone. Dareh’s men waving or shouting at the crowd gathered around them—gone. Even poor Essie, standing with her jaw dangling like a loon, faded.
Zara’s senses zoned in on the man behind her. She curled her fingers to close over the crescent shaped mark that had begun to throb. Her mind screamed for her to run. Her heart was all but having a seizure. But her feet somehow managed to turn her stunned body.
Pale blue eyes were the first thing she noticed. They reminded her of the moon with a ring of dark night around them. Sun-kissed skin followed with a splash of scruff along a strong jaw. Deep brown locks fell over his forehead and touched the tips of his ears.
“Hello, my Sun.” Full lips curved into a smile, revealing perfect teeth. And just like that, all their hopeful plans for escape blew away like grains of sand on the desert floor.
Her heart crumpled.
Would she ever be free?

Author Bio:
Desiree Williams is a dreamer by day and chocoholic by night. She lives in the beautiful state of Kentucky with her husband and daughter, where she juggles life as a wannabe supermom. Desiree is a lover of food and avoider of dirty dishes. She delights in making people laugh and strives to bring hope and love with her wherever she goes.
You can find out more about Desiree and her books at www.desireewilliamsbooks.blogspot.com

“We need
to keep moving, I don’t have time to explain this over and over to you. I can’t
penetrate your naive little brain any more than I have.” His Adam’s apple bobs,
and he grips my cuffs, pulling me after him.

“Why do
you have to be such an asshole!?” I yank back on the cuffs to get his
attention.

Looking
over his shoulder, he jabs, “I guess you just bring it out in me, Rookie.”

That
stung.

We walk
for what seems like forever, and not one car drives by. The moon is high in the
sky, and the wind is beginning to blow with a chill that has me shrinking into
myself to keep warm.

My
emotions are a mess. I don’t know what to accept as truth, and what is a lie.
I’m always so sure of everything, until Zeek walked in my life. Now, I know
nothing about nothing.

A shiver
trembles from my lips causing my teeth to clatter. Zeek looks over his shoulder
and stops.

“You
cold?”

“I’m
fine.”

Ignoring
me, he shimmies his leather cut off.

“Here,
this will help.”

I shake
my head and hold my cuffed hands up.

“No,
really I’m fine.” The last thing I want is to wear the insignia of the club
that just offed one of my family members.

His face
hardens, his eyes narrowing in on me.

He grips
my upper arm turning me forcefully, and places the warm leather on my back. The
smell of cologne, worn leather, and a hint of mint cocoon me in a blanket of
danger. I find it comforting, the lingering scent a warning of adventure and
risk. It’s no surprise I crave an adrenaline rush, and Zeek is a non-stop high.

Peering
up under my lashes I catch Zeek looking me over hungrily, the look in his eyes
anything but earnest. They’re hooded and trailing up and down my body
unforgivingly.

He's a biker. She's a Sheriff.

She's in his world now, even if she doesn't want to be...

The conclusion of Zeek and Jillian’s epic biker romance
releases April 4th!

About
the Author

M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where
she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer
by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously
until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started
writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live
with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her
character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie
sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.